Page 253 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“Ask me.” he said, one eyebrow raised in challenge.

“I just did.”

“No,” he drawled as his fingers trailed the elasticated waist of my shorts. “You didn’taskme.”

A little smile tickled the edges of my mouth. He was leaving it up to me. The ball was firmly in my court. I remembered Aunt Cleo’s words. I didn’t want to be afraid anymore.

“Will you marry me?” I asked point blank.

“Hmm,” Matt sighed, then he huffed. “I don’t know.”

“Son of a-” I stepped on his bare toes and tried to jerk away at the same time.

Matt tightened his grip on me and simultaneously shushed me. “You’ll wake them.” Then he wrapped his arms around my rigid body and kissed the side of my face. “Why do you want to get married? If it’s because you think it’s what people expect us to do, well, I don’t believe that’s a good enough reason. Tell me why.”

“Because I love you.” I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“I love you too,” he murmured. “But I don’t want you choosing something you might regret doing later.”

“Is it because our marriage sucked ass before? Did that put you off the whole thing?” I asked. “Just forget I said anything. It was just a thought.”

I kissed his chest then tried to escape his embrace. Matt let me go and turned to check the babies were both fully asleep before he crooked a finger at me and headed for the master bedroom. I was embarrassed and sorely wishing I hadn’t brought up the topic. With a quick glance to confirm my babies were sleeping, Ethan had stopped snuffling the moment Matt put Eva next to him, they were practically hugging each other in their sleep now. So very,verysweet. I followed Matt into our bedroom. He was heading for the walk-in closet.

“I’ll be one minute.” he called out while I got back into bed. It was actually five minutes later when he returned with his hand behind his back.

“Whatcha got there?” I drawled.

“Whatcha? Come on, poppet. You drive me insane with thatvernacular.” Matt frowned at me before diverting his approach towards the bed. He sauntered over to the lovely antique desk by the windows and nabbed some paper and a pen.

“Urgh.” I started the grumble immediately. “Why do you need that? It’s early o’ clock and I am not in the mood for,” I suddenly licked my lips. “Is it something kinky? I read something, uh, somewhere, about this thing you can do with, well it’s better if you use – let’s forget I said anything.”

Matt spun around and resumed his approach to our bed. “You have a dirty mind, do you know that?” His gaze travelled the length of my body sprawled across the mattress. “I like it.” A necessary wink to confirm his appreciation of my dirty mind was sent my way as he got on the bed. “But we’re going to make a list.”

I snorted then gave him my back. A list? At this time in the morning? No chance. There was some rustling behind me as Matt’s hand landed on my ass. Seconds later the warmth of his body mingled with mine as he slid right up behind me. His hand on my ass was gentle in its caress while his lips landed on my shoulder. A little laugh left my own lips when Matt nabbed the straps of my top and my bra between his teeth and he dragged them off my shoulder.

“A short list.” he murmured in between little nips. “Then you can decide if you truly want to propose to me again.”

Mmm, I chewed the insides of my cheeks then asked, “Are you going to say yes or no if I ask again?”

The hand which was rubbing my ass slid around to grip my thigh as Matt pushed his groin forward while pulling me back. I moaned softly when I felt the hardness of his arousal pressing into my ass cheeks.

“You have to ask properly.” Matt’s husky reply was full of promised pleasure and his hand, which had been gripping my thigh, was now languorously trailing upwards. “If you ask me properly I’ll give you the answer you want.”

“We don’t need to make a list.” I said breathlessly then wriggled around to face him. “Let’s get married.”

Matt arched an eyebrow in my direction before raising himself into a seated position against the many pillows I forced him to endure in our bed. “List first, then you can ask me,” He smiled. “Properly.”

Grumbling under my breath, I sat up and observed as he drew aline down the middle of the page. At least I wasn’t tasked with doing my own list.

“Ok, let’s note the cons first.” Matt was all business. He could switch from sensual to strict in the blink of an eye. I would never get used to that trait of his.

“Wealth-”

“Do you want me to spank you?” Matt threatened, quite seriously might I add. “If you dare mentionanything financial, I will put you across my knee and spank the living daylights out of you and I don’t care if its misogynistic or despicable behaviour from a bygone patriarchal era which has no place in a modern society. Try me, poppet, just try me and Ipromiseyou that arse of yours will be spanked. Mention wealth again,” he dared me. “That goes for racial differences also.”

I grinned before giving him a nonchalant shrug. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You have a weird fixation with my ass. If we get married, Imightlet you do a kinky spanking session…I mean, not often, maybe once a year, at Christmas. Nothing else with my bum though. We’re not doing that thing – I’m not talking about this anymore.”

Matt bit his lower lip hard, it wasn’t erotic. He was trying his best not to laugh at me. Now he had switched from serious to amused, he shook his head and wrote something down quickly.

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